I picked your daddy for me...
his humor, his gentleness towards me, the walks he wanted to go on, the values he held, his strong hand holding mine.
his faith, kindness and laughter.
Have you seen---
the way he works hard on something until it is complete, fixed or beautiful?
the mornings he rises early to serve?
or the evenings as I read to you...he gathers my feet in his lap and massages them...and I keep reading and reading?
I love him. I picked him for me...but I knew he would be perfect for you. And he is.
photo: Newport beach...Danny and the girls